Lyhyt spuffy (engl.)

Olen järkyttävästi aikaani jäljessä. Tässä on buffysta tehty faninovelli. Ihan k-13 kamaa ja mmeaningless muuten, paitti että on mun eka faninovelli, mitä oon kirjottanu.

Good night

The cigarette he was holding glowed in the dark night.
There he was, standing under her window trying to remember the reason he came.
Oh yeah, he was in love with her and couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she smiles, how she tries to hide her feelings when he can really read her like an open book,
the exrepressions on her face when they're having sex and all the little things that make her Buffy. The woman of his bloody unlife. But of course she doesn't love him back. She's the slayer for christ ' sake.
When did he became such a loves-bitch? After all he's the Big Bad. Okay, he was the Big Bad before he fell in love with the slayer.
She want's to fuck him, so he'll take that. After all he's just a demon. Not worthy of her. She never refuses so guess he's going to the Slayer to be her willing sex slave. Again.

He tossed the cigarette aside and picked few litte stones from his feet. He threw cautiously one of them and it hit the window sill. He waited a moment and threw another one. He still had two left. What if she was out patrolling? He sniffed the air. No, she was in there. He could smell her.
When he threw the third stone he realized too late that she was already opening her window and the stone almost hit her.
"Still trying to kill me, are you?" she half-whispered. He cocked his head to the side and asked "Isn't that what I'm s'posed to do?" His trademark smirk was in it's place but secretly he added to himself 'of course I don't want to kill you. Just want to fuck you senceless 's all'
"Feel bit of a rough 'nd tumble?"
She just looked down at him in disbelief. "That's why you wake me up in the middle of the night? Because your horny?" She rolled her eyes at him.
"C'mon up here." And with that Spike was in a very non-Spike-kind-of-way climbing in the tree in just few seconds.
Buffy mumbled under her breath something about vampires being the worst timing creatures on earth. She stepped aside from the window so that Spike could crawl inside. She wondered to herself why she even bothered to get out of bed but then she looked at him and remembered. She'd never tell how much she hated to wake up in the morning in bed without him.

As soon as Spike had straighten his clothes and looked up to Buffy he could only see a blond head peeking from beneath the covers.
A dreamy, pillow muffled voice said something what sounded to Spike like 'take off your god damned clothes and get your undead ass here.'
He did as he was told like a good little vampire and climbed next to her under the covers. He slipped his hand around her wais and nibbed the back of her neck. She turned to face him so their faces were mere inches away from each other. Quickly he closed that gap and started kissing her fiersely but she took his head in her hands an pulled away from their kiss.
He looked stunned, confused by her actions. "What...What's wrong? I thought you..." He almost whispered. But again she interrupted him by putting one finger to his lips. "Slow down." She whispered.
Then she kissed him tenderly at first but she deepened the kiss insisting his lips to open for her. And he did.
They kissed for what felt like a lifetime. She was again the one to broke the kiss.
"Now, I'm tired, so good night Spike." and she turned her back on him. And now he was officially confused. He didn't have a faintest idea why she acted so weird.
She had told him to get up to her room, she was the one who told him to undress, she invited him to her bed and now she wanted him to leave???
It wasn't even that time of the month so what the bloody hell was wrong with her?
She had obviously noticed that he was still in her bed and he tought she was going to kick him out of it like she usually did. Instead she said something he never would've thought he'd hear her say.
"You'd better draw those drapes unless you wanna wake up as a big pile of dust."
She wanted him to stay? He got up and draw the curtains and that was when he noticed they were new.
Dark, heavy velvet curtains. He was absolutely sure why she'd picked them. She expected a visitor who was not a morning person.
He smiled to himslef and was going to make a cocky note about it but swallowed it when he realized Buffy was deep asleep. She looked so innocent and pure.
Her shileds were down and to him she was the most beautiful thing on earth.
He crawled under the covers and wrapped himself around her heated body and nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck.
He inhaled the intoxicating scent of her and fell asleep like a big baby. And for the first time in a very long time he slept in complete peace with the golden goddes of his heart in his embrace.